Wolfy Chai

What do you have more than me?

A brand-new purse, a pair of fake teeth?

What do you have more than me?

A fancy house and a Lamborghini?

What do you have more than me?

A job you deserved because of “hard work.” 

A salary that pays even when you are away. 

Does love pass through that bulletproof glass?

Of the house that stands with white light beaming in. 

Can you hear kind words echoing in those halls?

Or do bitter tongues twist your words and make you fall? 

Do you see me as nothing, needing to perform, to acquire enough credentials until I am more than burnt crust?

Sometimes I wonder if I am still here,

Or if I am just a shadow of which you must steer clear. 

You avoid seeing my pain like it is a sidewalk stain. 

A glob of gum that never fully fades. Stuck to your shoe, a reminder of what can’t be erased. 

You prefer being wrapped in pristine white sheets, insulated, and leaving no trace. Erasing any evidence that your castle might crumble in place. 

Will you ever come down from your castle and see that I’m still around? 

See me as human, not an alley hound. 

But in the end, it is I who does not need you around.